My Belief has become a Graveyard
How do I find my way back from the memories when my belief has become a graveyard?
Between Shadow and Light
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Certain things emerge during the moment of transience where I quietly slip into poetry and broken words.
Griefcase
What have you been stacking inside your case? Forgotten letters, tragedies of the past, and war cries?
You Know
Why does love need an expression? Why can't we understand the person we love without them saying anything?
For woman is not just a word
Chaos and calmness, that's how we define a woman. She is a dreamer, she is the one who weaves stories of reality. She is a metaphor for peace and w...
Possibilities
Places have memories too. This poem is based on a place I visited in Vishakhapatnam, 'Kailashgiri'. Astounded by the moment spent and the beauty I pen...